Friday, 26 June 2015

Ella's wedding

Ella here,
it’s my turn to write this week. I thought I would write about my wedding.
Things like weddings can be hard for foster kids and similar people. I was in
touch with my birth parents at this time but they had zero interest in my
affairs. They didn’t want to attend but Eve made them. Their money contribution
to the wedding was a whole £50.

I married
Mark at the old Town Hall and the reception was 30 seconds down the road in a
pub. After the reception we went on honeymoon (Eve’s present to us). We drove
up to Scotland in our old car.

My honeymoon was,

My first time in Scotland

My first time staying in a hotel

My first time swimming in the sea

My first time seeing a Sea Eagle

My first time eating porridge – horrid beyond belief

My first time having a four course meal

My first time trying to play the bagpipes

It makes
me a bit jealous when I see the expensive weddings that normal people seem to
have. It was also sad that in all the photos with my Birth Parents on my Dad
looks bored and cross.

Just after
the wedding Eve wrote this in our blog -

“Ella didn't get married in a church
but she looked so lovely that my eyes developed a rather mysterious leak. I
managed to get her BM and BF to attend although in his case I had to get rather
assertive to make certain he was on his best behaviour. I don't think the other
guests realised that they have hardly spoken (as in about three times) since
Ella was in year 10 at school. It was a small affair but (almost) everybody
present knew and loved Ella and that is all that mattered to her.”